Backseat Song

Johnny's in the backseat
And I'm in the front seat
And we're smoking Lights
'Til the traffic light turns
And we're puffing and discussing
All this governmental fussing
And we're dreaming and scheming
And Johnny starts a-cussing
Now, red light green light
Heroin by candle-light
Drink red wine and
Wrap it up in Bakelite
And all the while we're talking
Well the red man walking
Starts flashing and blinking
'Til I wanna smash his face in,
With Johnny in the backseat
Rolling up his own and then
Me in the front seat
Speaking like a tramp again
Well Johnny's all funny
And floppy and limp
He's laughing and slapping
And tripping I think.
Ten pence tax rate
Gordon Brown big mistake
Hey, I gotta tell you mate
Silence would be really great
One note man says
We're heading for the pinch and so
Always chew your gum before
When rolling up at Tesco
Johnny's jumping out the back
Loading cheap booze in the seat,
And it's banging and crashing
Like this thing they say we're having
Where the money isn't moving
And the houses aren't selling
But I'm telling you they're lying
While their profits get higher
And we're all going to hell
Coz the Daily Mail says so.

Hopeful.